Post by MiniPrincess on Aug 14, 2013 10:00:00 GMT -5
Who Do You Think You Are?
Disclaimer: Never mine. Song Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts"
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Ugh! Another Hogwarts function, another night of ducking and weaving to avoid the ‘man of the hour’. Why me? I was intelligent and young but that was all I had to offer. A nagging voice told me I was pretty enough, I guess. That still didn’t explain why he the main wizard of the time wanted me!
“Yes I intend to go Poppy. I was invited and as such I will attend.”
“But he will be there!” She whispered frantically. I knew this, I had tossed and turned over that farce of a relationship enough in recent times to know exactly what I was going to walk into. I can’t blame Poppy she was privy to much of my emotional state shortly after the break up, of course she was, we both work at Hogwarts.
I calmed myself, the function was still several weeks away, until then we weren’t expected to be friendly.
It was only a month out from the event when the owls started. You would think a clever man like that would have found a more inventive way, an owl could be persuaded to dispose of its delivery if one knew how to approach the situation, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have other means at his disposal, or that we didn’t speak on other matters more days than not! Thankfully others were always present and that meant the conversation was professional.
This love business is dangerous, I’m the first to admit I like control, I like to have a defined direction and love isn’t really like that. I fell hard, taken in by your prestige, your charm and your enthusiasm for life.
When you courted me I felt like the only girl in the world, you made me feel beautiful for a brief few months. I was naive to trust you blindly but love always requires a leap of faith.
I remember the day clearly when you told me of your true feelings. You were civil, barely, and made your insults subtle enough that I could puzzle over their meanings for hours. Smart-ass that you are. And all the other women… as if my self-esteem didn’t take enough of a battering with the break-up to have them paraded in front of me, you are lucky I remained at Hogwarts where you could flaunt it in front of me when all I wanted to do was flee Europe.
“I was asked about you today, my dear” Albus murmured to me over dinner. Smart, do it when we are surrounded by people. I muttered a response.
“Seems you are quite popular. Many men are interested in soliciting a dance from you, come Friday.” We both knew what he was talking about. I had no words to express my distaste at that comment.
“I can look after myself, thanks Albus” With that I left the table. I was no longer an innocent in heartbreak. I learned the politics of romance.
I admit I hid myself away after the split. My robes became more conservative, my friends less close and my hair was forever up. I hated that you had control over me, over my actions. That you want to see me socially irks me. I had moved on. Time to prove it, to myself.
I walked into the Great Hall, decorated pristinely for the function, why should it not be, this was Hogwarts time in the Sun. I held my head high, why would I not?
“You look stunning Minerva”
“Thank you” I blushed, but could not fault the truth in the words, I felt stunning.
“I love it when you wear your hear down.”
“I remember.” I gifted my admirer with a smile and was offered his hand for a dance in return.
We glided around the dance floor effortlessly, there was no need for conversation, but he started one anyway.
“You don’t look nervous” he lifted an eyebrow, “I thought you might have been, considering…”
“I am a different person now. He holds no power over me, he is merely another minister.”
“Hardly, my dear, he is the minister and you do deal with him most days of the week” Albus pulled me tighter with each word.
“I know, but it has passed. Onwards and upwards as they say.” Albus reluctantly relinquished his hold on my waist but he wasn’t giving up my hand as we wandered toward the drinks table and the one person who I didn’t want to see.
“Minerva!” There was no mistaking the voice.
“Minister.” I was civil, there were people about.
“It’s Edwin, you should know” he waggled his eyebrows and in that moment I was stuck by the hilarity of the situation. “We did share some amazing times, you know.” I was a distinguished professional, I had the love of an amazing man, who was squeezing my hand ever so encouragingly and I was afraid of a mere boy behaving ridiculously. Was being the operative word. No longer.
“Yes, I remember Edwin. Good to see you.”
“You see me frequently Minerva, we, the Ministry think Hogwarts is pretty special.” UGH! I pulled on my diplomacy and also my strength from knowing that I was a valuable human being on my own merits. I was also in love, that helped, but it wasn’t about that, not here, not now.
“You are looking well. Is Karinya here with you?” The blanched look on his face told more of the story than his words.
“Ah… no. She was unavoidably detained… um… My young assistant Terrin offered to come in her stead.” I noted the young curvaceous blond and chose that point to take my leave.
“She is a feisty one, that one.” Edwin couldn’t help himself, he wanted everyone to know he had, had, the lovely Minerva. “But worth it.”
“She is remarkable, in more ways than one” Albus replied diplomatically.
“She lost her spark after we split, but then she was very young and inexperienced.” Albus never doubted Minerva’s description of the young Minister, but this was the first time Albus had experienced his lewdness first-hand.
“Well I’m sure you think so. Most I know would disagree with you.” There was so much more that could have been said, but this wasn’t his battle. Minerva had already fought it and won.
“You were brilliant, my dear” Albus’ eyes darkened as he leant in to kiss me.
“Thank you, but it wasn’t acting my love. I am happy, I don’t need think on Edwin any more, not when I have much more pleasant things to think about!” I pulled him in close, glad the festivities in the Great Hall were over and that we could relax, together. “How many kisses have we shared in the last 3 weeks?” I asked him eagerly changing the topic.
“A very small number compared to those to come.” Was the enthusiastic reply.
Disclaimer: Never mine. Song Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts"
I hope you enjoy. I love feedback
No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
Ugh! Another Hogwarts function, another night of ducking and weaving to avoid the ‘man of the hour’. Why me? I was intelligent and young but that was all I had to offer. A nagging voice told me I was pretty enough, I guess. That still didn’t explain why he the main wizard of the time wanted me!
“Yes I intend to go Poppy. I was invited and as such I will attend.”
“But he will be there!” She whispered frantically. I knew this, I had tossed and turned over that farce of a relationship enough in recent times to know exactly what I was going to walk into. I can’t blame Poppy she was privy to much of my emotional state shortly after the break up, of course she was, we both work at Hogwarts.
I calmed myself, the function was still several weeks away, until then we weren’t expected to be friendly.
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
And now you want me one more time
It was only a month out from the event when the owls started. You would think a clever man like that would have found a more inventive way, an owl could be persuaded to dispose of its delivery if one knew how to approach the situation, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have other means at his disposal, or that we didn’t speak on other matters more days than not! Thankfully others were always present and that meant the conversation was professional.
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
This love business is dangerous, I’m the first to admit I like control, I like to have a defined direction and love isn’t really like that. I fell hard, taken in by your prestige, your charm and your enthusiasm for life.
When you courted me I felt like the only girl in the world, you made me feel beautiful for a brief few months. I was naive to trust you blindly but love always requires a leap of faith.
I remember the day clearly when you told me of your true feelings. You were civil, barely, and made your insults subtle enough that I could puzzle over their meanings for hours. Smart-ass that you are. And all the other women… as if my self-esteem didn’t take enough of a battering with the break-up to have them paraded in front of me, you are lucky I remained at Hogwarts where you could flaunt it in front of me when all I wanted to do was flee Europe.
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
“I was asked about you today, my dear” Albus murmured to me over dinner. Smart, do it when we are surrounded by people. I muttered a response.
“Seems you are quite popular. Many men are interested in soliciting a dance from you, come Friday.” We both knew what he was talking about. I had no words to express my distaste at that comment.
“I can look after myself, thanks Albus” With that I left the table. I was no longer an innocent in heartbreak. I learned the politics of romance.
And I've learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
And now you want me one more time
I admit I hid myself away after the split. My robes became more conservative, my friends less close and my hair was forever up. I hated that you had control over me, over my actions. That you want to see me socially irks me. I had moved on. Time to prove it, to myself.
And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
I walked into the Great Hall, decorated pristinely for the function, why should it not be, this was Hogwarts time in the Sun. I held my head high, why would I not?
“You look stunning Minerva”
“Thank you” I blushed, but could not fault the truth in the words, I felt stunning.
“I love it when you wear your hear down.”
“I remember.” I gifted my admirer with a smile and was offered his hand for a dance in return.
We glided around the dance floor effortlessly, there was no need for conversation, but he started one anyway.
“You don’t look nervous” he lifted an eyebrow, “I thought you might have been, considering…”
“I am a different person now. He holds no power over me, he is merely another minister.”
“Hardly, my dear, he is the minister and you do deal with him most days of the week” Albus pulled me tighter with each word.
“I know, but it has passed. Onwards and upwards as they say.” Albus reluctantly relinquished his hold on my waist but he wasn’t giving up my hand as we wandered toward the drinks table and the one person who I didn’t want to see.
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
“Minerva!” There was no mistaking the voice.
“Minister.” I was civil, there were people about.
“It’s Edwin, you should know” he waggled his eyebrows and in that moment I was stuck by the hilarity of the situation. “We did share some amazing times, you know.” I was a distinguished professional, I had the love of an amazing man, who was squeezing my hand ever so encouragingly and I was afraid of a mere boy behaving ridiculously. Was being the operative word. No longer.
“Yes, I remember Edwin. Good to see you.”
“You see me frequently Minerva, we, the Ministry think Hogwarts is pretty special.” UGH! I pulled on my diplomacy and also my strength from knowing that I was a valuable human being on my own merits. I was also in love, that helped, but it wasn’t about that, not here, not now.
“You are looking well. Is Karinya here with you?” The blanched look on his face told more of the story than his words.
“Ah… no. She was unavoidably detained… um… My young assistant Terrin offered to come in her stead.” I noted the young curvaceous blond and chose that point to take my leave.
“She is a feisty one, that one.” Edwin couldn’t help himself, he wanted everyone to know he had, had, the lovely Minerva. “But worth it.”
“She is remarkable, in more ways than one” Albus replied diplomatically.
“She lost her spark after we split, but then she was very young and inexperienced.” Albus never doubted Minerva’s description of the young Minister, but this was the first time Albus had experienced his lewdness first-hand.
“Well I’m sure you think so. Most I know would disagree with you.” There was so much more that could have been said, but this wasn’t his battle. Minerva had already fought it and won.
Who do you think you are?
“You were brilliant, my dear” Albus’ eyes darkened as he leant in to kiss me.
“Thank you, but it wasn’t acting my love. I am happy, I don’t need think on Edwin any more, not when I have much more pleasant things to think about!” I pulled him in close, glad the festivities in the Great Hall were over and that we could relax, together. “How many kisses have we shared in the last 3 weeks?” I asked him eagerly changing the topic.
“A very small number compared to those to come.” Was the enthusiastic reply.
